And then I realized, OH MY GOD, THEY ARE PANTOMIMING THEIR INDIVIDUAL EVENTS.
(ROWING A BOAT?!)edit: NO WAIT, THE BOYS ARE THE WIND IN HER SAILS.
HOLY SHIT THESE GUYS ARE BRILLIANT SAKJHLJKFSHSF LOOOOVE.
Learn to accept praise. I know, I know, when someone runs up and says “I love your work!” your inclination is to mumble an apology for wasting their time with your crappy art, or to say “It’s not that great.”
This is not about you.
If somebody says “I love your art,” and you say “My art is awful,” then guess what? You just insulted them. You have told them, in effect, that what they love is crap and that they have poor taste. Clamp your teeth down on that urge, smile, and say “Thank you.” If you can’t think of a single other thing to say, I make you a gift of this phrase—”Thank you. You’re very kind.” Say this when you want to scream that you messed up the knees on the horse and the tail on the fox and the eyeballs on the woman. If you have to say it every single time, then do. You don’t have to believe it, you don’t have to jump on the table and say “That’s right, I’m AWESOME!”—
But don’t insult them.” —
This sound more difficult than I thought.